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hooligan chase - rules of survival lyrics

[intro]
(drink that lemonade!)
(b-tch i said f-ck that, f-ck that, b-tch i said f-ck that, f-ck that)
(b-tch i said)
i said

[verse 1]
i said f-ck that, f-ck that (f-ck that)
f-ck her -ss out, get your b-tt back (b-tt back)
paintin hieroglyphics on a sl-t back (thot)
lil b-tch that’s art, don’t touch that (don’t touch that)
prolly smoke too much, needa cut back (i should cut back)
wait is that even a thing, b-tch whats that? (wait what’s that, what?)
i’m boutta put a double barrel on your mustache (mustache)
i thought you was dead, so i must ask (i must ask)
do you know where your b-tch at? (nah)
somewhere gettin’ done like a kit-kat (she getting boned)
i know who did that
fall in that infinite pitch black
don’t be a mishap
barely my mind is so intact (i might break)
can’t take no impact

[verse 2]
i need some, i need some oxygen, aye
i need some b-tches, and lots of them
they know my name, i do not want to talk to them, no
trying to achieve the optimum
no time to kick it, i don’t play for tottenham no
i’m blowing up, f-ck whoever get k!lled
same kind of coat as cruella de vil
tell her to chill, pleasured at will (ayy, ayy)
i treat the p-ssy like several meals (uh-huh)
sorry, i cannot subsidize
we know your b-tch, she loves the guys (we know your b-tch)
i don’t give a f-ck and it’s justified
being round y’all, i must get high
wow, exceptional, point blank decimal
if rap don’t work, i’ll be léon the professional
shirt and my hat say brain dead
so it make sense sometimes i turn into a vegetable
how you like that?
this is the resistance, b-tch fight back (fight back)
if we gon’ strike then we must strike fast (strike fast)
i love it when your b-tch dm me that i snapped (i snapped)
i rarely know what day it is
f-ck it, it’s whatever day i say it is
tr-tryna get home with no clue which way it is
(chase!)

[verse 3]
arrive with my rivals, they dead on arrival
they did not follow my rules of survival
f-ck her she singing we start a recital
i put a b-tch on american idol (american idol)
don’t be so mad, don’t be a b-tch
i gotta laugh, you’re making me rich
your money short like my bio
i’m countin buckeyes with friends in ohio (sheesh)
i’m poppin’ acid on cinco de mayo
i eat the beet like it’s pico de gallo (pico de gallo)
back back b-tch, i got work in my backpack, b-tch (back, backpack)
got too high, i’m a -sshat b-tch (-sshat)
my gas loud like a laugh track b-tch (trash that)

- hooligan chase lyrics

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